The little brother I picked up on the roadside grew up together as childhood sweethearts, admiring each other and redeeming each other. He joined the army and became a general, and she solved his internal problems for him.
"Madam, the general is fighting with someone else again."
"Good"
"Madam, the general scolded the emperor."
"Good"
"Madam, the general is going to a brothel..."
"What?"
"Madam, I was wrong. I was taken there by force. Madam knows it well..."
The dignified general kneeled on the washboard for several days.
"The general is afraid of his wife"
"Nonsense, that's love"
Reader comments
It's pretty good to write in the third person. Why did you stop updating it? Keep writing.
It's pretty good to write in the third person. Why did you stop updating it? Keep writing.
Very nice niche book